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OPULENZIA Quindici: Abbracciare il grasso della Zia

October 20, 2018

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Quando la zia mi si era seduta sopra in montagna, ho potuto finalmente sentire la sua vera grassezza. Abbondava di grasso in larghissime quantita’ tra i suoi fianchi, il grembo, le cosce, il seno da mucca.

I suoi fianchi in particolare erano grassissimi, belli larghi, come una madre Terra molto fertile. Un ammasso di lardo cremoso. Cuscini di accogliente opulenza. Un sogno epicureo. L’abbandono al piacere.

Il grasso dell’interno delle sue cosce era poi qualcosa di speciale. La carne era ancora piu’ morbida, sembrava sciogliersi tra le dita, e c’era un’estrema abbondanza di essa. Si era accumulata li in anni di edonismo, con la gioia di vivere di una madre sempre desiderosa di procreare.

Dare vita.

Dare.

Con quelle cosce poteva farlo.

Era talmente abbondante che c’era un enorme sacca di mortadella che si accasciava lì in mezzo. Un bonus di cellulite a cui lasciarsi andare nel modo più sfacciato. Lei, d’altra parte, lo esibiva spesso in pubblico, con consapevole noncuranza. Me lo faceva palpare, io ci affondavo la mano e la immergevo nel grasso. Era come imburrarsi le dita.

Che bella femmina.

Potevo veramente buttare la mano a caso e afferrare un gnocco di lardo puro, come se fosse infinito.

Da monta.

Il grasso delle sue cosce era quasi oleoso ma asciutto, liscissimo, come il velluto più delicato. Io ci sguazzavo dentro come un bambino nel grembo di Madre Terra. E lei mi ripeteva di continuo, “caro, ti piacciono le coscione della zia? Ti piacciono?”

Come una meretrice esperta.

“Mi sono ingrassata tanto per te, caro, lo sai? Guarda le coscione della zia, guarda… come ti sembrano? Anche da bambino ti piaceva toccarle, lo sai?”

She told me this story over and over, she never got tired of reminding me of how I always loved her and she always adored me. I loved the fact that she adapted her adoration in a more adult way now. She made me grow as a human being.

Come sei bello, caro, fatti spupazzare dalla zia…
vieni qua che ti abbraccio,
che ti spupazzo un po’ tra i miei seni, caro, sì, lo so che ci guardi sempre,
ti piacciono?
ti voglio tanto bene, sai,
la zia ti vuole tanto bene.
stringimi, caro…
oh! caro, sì! stringi il sederone della zia
che ti vuole tanto bene,
guarda, sono tutto tua,
stringimi stretta, ecco, così…

aspetta ti vengo sopra
così siamo più vicini

Vuoi, vero? gli vuoi bene alla tua ziona, lo so…
bravo, si, ecco… vieni qua, allora…

When she was in heat she would just come to me like that, stripping naked or barely clothed — like wearing a low cut shirt that exposed her giant rack or rocking a summer dress that was making a tent around her bulbous ass — demanding a skin to skin hug which inevitably grew in a fondling session.

She also loved to have me fondle her in public. Bella culona. She loved to hug me whenever she had a chance, blatantly inviting me to hug her back. She had an imposing shape that would always stand up in public. That of a giant steatopygous goddess, Willendorfian in her dimensions, with the widest fattest hips.

The first time I put my open hand on one of her hips in public, she hugged me closer and kissed me. My fondling became inevitable, I could not hold back. My face into the softness of her chest, my hand sinking in into the buttery flesh of booty. BUTT-er, she was.

I saw another guy looking at us and especially Carmela’s fat, and his girlfriend slapped him right there and then — although from that moment on she would start eating more, to the improvement of their sex lives.

Another time in summer we decided, like many other times, to go on a little hike. But for this particular occasion she decided to wear this amazing, soft clingy red dress, that left little to the imagination.

I hugged her imposing figure, the soft shoulders, the cushiony belly, the gigantic breasts, the even more gigantic hips, and the enormous mounds of cellulite of her pig-sized thighs. I felt in heaven. So many men were transfixed by her jiggliness.

Ziona come sei grassa! Che bella cicciona che sei, sei gonfia di lardo. Che bello il tuo culone grasso. Sei proprio una cicciona grassissima, zia, che coscione da mucca….sei uns mucca da carne coi fianchi grassi quanto sei tanta. I can’t stop looking at the fat on your hips, you’re so soft all over, I love hugging you, squeeze you…. your thighs are giant prosciutti, loaded with lard. Much so much.

I feel her massive softness.
Mating with mother Earth.

END OF CHAPTER FIFTEEN

Queste son cosce…

July 30, 2017

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The copious opulence of Scarlett’s hips

September 24, 2016
i fianchi larghissimi di zia Carmela

Just like Aunt Carmela’s hips

I love how wide Scarlett is. I think she is three times as wide as myself. Her hips are so generous that she could revive the deads. Can you imagine hugging her? Her soft waist would welcome you and put you at ease. Then you’ll feel the bulging expanse below, so wide you can rest your arms on it. It must be like resting your arms on the softest pillows.

I would love to kiss her on her neck while my hands hold her on the largest points of her hips. Assuming I can reach that far! I’d love to squeeze her gently there, sinking my fingers into her flesh. I bet I would NOT be able to find her hipbone beneath all that fat! Oh, how beautiful that is. A paradise of opulence.

I love her soft belly and the giant waterfalls of lard that descend down from the mountainous hips. And then the obese thighs, loaded with the softest cellulite. I think I could make love to even just one of her thighs! They are so big. Look at how big and fluffy they are in the photo below. Layers and layers of cellulite. Plus the opulent, overflowing breasts on top.

Oh Scarlett, what I’d do to even just squeeze the magnificence of your curves!

Scarlett's giant thighs

BigCutie Kennedy cosciona culona

September 6, 2016

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Madonna, Bit Cutie Kennedy misura 147-127-172 cm, con delle cosce grosse 96 cm!! E i fianchi gravidi di lardo… Nice and meaty, come dice lei stessa. Tutta da strizzare. Una donna felliniana portata all’eccesso.

OPULENZIA: the Thirteenth Chapter, or when Curves expose the Weaknesses of Youth

May 21, 2016

Curve a non finire

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We dropped the groceries at the car. As we moved each bag in, the weight of the bags made my body swing almost out of balance, making me innocently bump into Carmela’s padded volumes. Oops. Bella culona grassa…

Then, instead of jumping back in the car and going home as I expected, Carmela stopped on her feet and declared “Come on, let’s go.”

Eden MorShe led me back to the mall, sort of in a hurry. The very steady pace made her breasts bounce wildly. Her nipples became erected.

We went into the ladies restroom. She took me by the hand and pushed me against the wall. She pulled down my pants in the atrium and she exposed me in front of all the ladies there. Everybody was looking. I caught a beautiful tettona looking at me straight in the eye. Le mangiai le tette con gli occhi, immaginandomi di succhiarle le mammelle gonfie di latte.

In order to draw my attention back, Carmela simply lifted her own skirt and revealed her gigantic hips. That’s all she had to do. They were so fat. All of a sudden nobody could compare. She moved in my direction, slowly, her lard exposed and jiggling everywhere. My penis lifted itself up steadily at the vision of all that cellulite, while the rest of my body was paralyzed in awe. I couldn’t even control it. ‘Twas like I was being transformed into something perversely different, but that I knew intimately.

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